Dragon Tamer-Chapter 906 - 910 Catching Demons in the Fields

Chapter 906: Chapter 910: Catching Demons in the Fields

Chapter 906 -910: Catching Demons in the Fields

Heading northwest, Zhu Minglang found the place where that strange, monster-like light had disappeared.

This was a farming area of Nongsang City, where one could see the beautiful terraced fields, like mirrors of emerald water neatly stacked among the small hills.

It seemed this was the main place that supplied food to Xuange Country Capital.

Zhu Minglang walked between the ridges of the fields, seeing many people busily at work. Their figures were sparsely scattered throughout the paddies, and occasionally one could see an old man carrying fertilizer, walking on the field paths, humming a tune as he walked.

A strong odor wafted over.

Zhu Minglang glanced at the old man coming towards him with a load of fertilizer.

The old man’s grating voice made Zhu Minglang genuinely admire his confidence, as he sang without a care in the world.

“Old brother, not bad singing,” Zhu Minglang remarked insincerely.

“Of course, it’s the result of over a decade of practice. Are you one of God’s people, young brother? Are you here on patrol?” asked the old man with the unpleasant singing voice.

Over a decade of practice to sing like that… If it weren’t for the genuine farmer’s aura about him, Zhu Minglang might have mistaken him for one of the Ancient Yao in disguise—that banshee wail… oh, it might even scare the Ancient Yao away.

“To tell you the truth, I’m actually here to catch a monster,” Zhu Minglang said.

The old man naturally noticed Zhu Minglang’s different attire, which is why he asked. The old man put down the fertilizer he was carrying and cautiously approached, asking, “There’s a monster in the fields??”

“Yes, I saw it disappear into these hills. It might have transformed into a human or could be hiding somewhere in the rice paddies or woods. It might be very hungry and waiting for nightfall to see which household is not home early, then drag someone away to eat,” Zhu Minglang said.

“That’s terrible; I must tell everyone right away,” the old man took Zhu Minglang’s words seriously.

The old man immediately ran off into the fields, telling everyone he could find.

However, not all the farmers were convinced.

Mainly because Xuange Country Capital had been peaceful for too long. Although they were somewhat remote from the capital, they had never encountered a monster before.

A stranger claiming there was a monster might just be trying to deceive them, looking to swindle the hard-earned money they had made from farming the whole season.

There were quite a few of these charlatans around.

Alarming people in small towns and rural areas with tales of monsters, then using the weather or strange events as evidence when there really was nothing to worry about, they were just here to steal money. These farmers weren’t naïve country folk; they were farmers from Xuange Country Capital and had seen the world. They weren’t so easily fooled!

…

“What do we do, they don’t believe it,” the old man was genuinely concerned.

“We can only stand guard and wait for the night,” Zhu Minglang told the old man.

“I’ll stay with you. I know this place well,” the old man said.

“The monster might take human form.”

“I know all the kids and daughters-in-law around here…” the old man seemed to realize how his words might sound and added with a simple smile, “I mean, there’s no one I don’t know. Even if the monster transformed into a person, it couldn’t possibly mimic their appearance perfectly. If anything is off, I’ll tell you right away!”

“Good, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a citizen as enthusiastic as you,” Zhu Minglang said.

“I know everyone, that’s why I’m worried about them. How could we not guard against something like a fairy!”

…

As evening approached, there were still quite a few farmers at work.

Zhu Minglang was puzzled; the overall standard of living in Xuange Country Capital was high. Although the farmers worked hard, it shouldn’t be so difficult that they had to work this late.

Although Xuange Country Capital was blessed with Divine Light, there were still corners of darkness that the Divine Light couldn’t fully dispel. As night was about to fall, so many people still lingered in the fields—they should at least head back to the city.

“The rains have been plentiful, so they want to cultivate more land and plant more rice. By working hard for this half-month, they can earn almost half a year’s money, which is why they have been getting up early and going to bed late recently,” the old man explained.

They worked with lanterns, and even in the rain, clad in straw raincoats, as if making the most of the rainy season would lead them to fortune and prosperity.

Zhu Minglang started to feel a headache coming on.

This indeed provided a perfect opportunity for the monster.

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Alas, their desire to earn more money was only human, and against a being like an Ancient Yao, even the walls of a small city might not hold up.

…

Zhu Minglang kept watch over the area but never saw the monster’s eerie light appear again.

He suspected that the Ancient Yao had likely transformed into a human.

Its appearance as a person concealed its monstrous Qi.

So, Zhu Minglang had the old man strike up casual conversations with people, to single out those whose behavior was clearly different from usual for investigation.

By night, the farmers finally all went back to their homes.

Zhu Minglang and the old man headed to the first suspect’s house.

She was a farmwoman who usually made tea for everyone in the fields. The workers would pay her for the tea, and she made her living that way.

“Aunt Li, how did the tea selling go today?” asked the old man as they reached her courtyard, making himself at home.

“I didn’t even have enough to sell. I didn’t prepare enough clean water, so I used rainwater to mix with some tea leaves and served it to a few… Ah, when someone comes over, why don’t you give me a heads-up?” Aunt Li’s eyesight was poor, and only then did she notice Zhu Minglang behind the old man.

Zhu Minglang was speechless too.

What a poisonous woman, brewing tea with the green rainwater. Isn’t she afraid of causing some trouble by drinking it!

“Her behavior…”

“She has done this before, it is definitely Aunt Li herself,” said the old man with a dry laugh.

“…” Zhu Minglang couldn’t be bothered to ask any further.

Fairies transforming into human form, some create an appearance for themselves, while others take over bodies, looming over them.

The former is actually in the minority because not many can completely transform into humans.

The latter is more common, with those possessed by ghosts, demons, or other entities showing symptoms that are unusual for humans, as fairies cannot perfectly mimic human behavior. No matter how cautious, they would reveal flaws during conversation.

This tea-brewing farmer woman was just a bit black-hearted, not possessed by a monster.

Just as he was about to leave, Zhu Minglang suddenly remembered something.

He turned around and asked the tea-brewing farmer woman, “Auntie, do you often run out of tea to sell?”

“It’s the rainy season recently, everyone’s been working late, so it’s hard to predict the amount, but today I sold more than half a jar,” the farmer woman said.

The tea-brewing farmer woman had set up a tea shed in the fields, and farmers from nearby fields who were tired and thirsty would come here to have a bowl of tea and rest.

“About how many people’s worth is that?” Zhu Minglang inquired.

“At least thirty people,” replied the farmer woman.

“Then who drank especially a lot today?” Zhu Minglang asked.

Everyone has a fixed amount of water they drink each day; even in extreme thirst or labor, it wouldn’t exceed a certain range.

From the amount of tea the farmer woman sold today, a problem was clear.

Someone, was extremely thirsty!

Generally, those who are possessed or whose bodies have been taken over, either eat nothing at all, or exhibit frightening bouts of gluttony.

“It’s his younger brother, Ge Cheng. Like a big water buffalo, he comes for several large bowls every half a Time or so…” the farmer woman said, pointing at Old man Ge.

Old man Ge’s face changed color when he heard this.

He quickly grabbed Zhu Minglang’s hand, pleading, “Young fellow, you must save my brother. He is a decent and honest man who never commits any evil. How could a monster have targeted him!”

“Let’s go to his house and have a look,” Zhu Minglang proposed.

…

Old man Ge and his brother Ge Cheng had split their household long ago, and their relationship had become strained.

When Zhu Minglang and Old man Ge arrived at Ge Cheng’s house, they found him to be a bachelor in his late thirties, living in a bare home, but at least when he had food to eat, his whole family wasn’t hungry.

There was no courtyard, only a thatched hut.

Agricultural tools covered in mud were carelessly strewn about the hut, and it seemed that after finishing work in the fields, this bachelor would lie down on his pallet, too lazy to change his wet and dirty clothes.

Zhu Minglang asked Old man Ge to wait outside while he went in to take a look.

Upon pushing the door and entering, Zhu Minglang saw Ge Cheng lying there, his body damp as if it was being steamed, emitting white vapor.

To any ordinary farmer, this was a typical indication of being cursed.

And next to him, there was a large water jar.

The jar was empty of water.

The wine pot, too, was devoid of wine.

Ge Cheng seemed to have drunk an unfathomable amount of water, yet it was never enough; he was extremely wet but appeared to be dehydrated.

Unfortunately, it seemed the green rainwater couldn’t quench his thirst; otherwise, Ge Cheng would have opened his mouth in the rain, greedily drinking it.

Zhu Minglang approached Ge Cheng.

He discovered that Ge Cheng was merely cursed and showed no signs of being overshadowed by an Ancient Yao.

Zhu Minglang tried using his Divine Light to dispel the evil from Ge Cheng but found that his light as the True God Fu Chen was unable to expel this curse.

“Such a curse can generally only be resolved by finding the original caster,” Mr. Jinli floated out and said to Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang nodded. Although Ge Cheng was in bad shape, Zhu Minglang still needed to ask him what he did today, what he came into contact with, and whether he saw anything strange.

“Water, I need water, give me water!” Ge Cheng was deliriously feverish.

“I’m here to help you. You don’t want to suffer like this, tell me, who did you meet today, and what did it do to you?” Zhu Minglang continued to question.

“My brother… He said I was entwined by an evil spirit and that this is why I can’t find a wife. He heard from a wise man that green rain could dispel the bad luck, so he made me drink a big bowl of rainwater… With that, I would be able to find a wife,” Ge Cheng mumbled in his confusion.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Minglang immediately turned his head to look at Old man Ge, who was dodging in and out of sight outside the door.

As a result, Zhu Minglang saw Old man Ge’s sinister smile through the door crack, then watched as he slowly closed the door with his hands.

The moment the door shut, the hut suddenly filled with an evil Qi Surge. Zhu Minglang felt dizzy, as if a powerful suppressive force had him rooted to the spot, unable to move or to use any Divine Power, including accessing the Spirit Realm; it was as if it had been cut off, preventing Zhu Minglang from summoning any dragon.